Alone she could think more clearly.
"What are you so frightened about?
Of being rich, you little fool ?" No, she had always wanted that, money enough to forget it existed, money to open all the doors.

"But this money is coming too soon! I'm not ready.
I'm too young! And he'll expect so much of me now.

There'll be no excuse for holding back, for going slow till I find what I want.

He'll expect me to find friends at once! But where shall I find them all of a sudden?
It isn't as though we were millionaires, really big ones, all in a minute.

The newspapers won't be very excited; the town will take it quite calmly, quite! And for the life of me I don't see any friends rushing at us! And yet he'll expect it! So much he'll expect! He'll give and give and give me things and then wonder why I don't get anywhere!" The angry tears leaped in her eyes.